The avoidance of the pantry inventory continues! Last night, I made pumpkin pie, but instead of using the usual spices, I used garam masala instead. Today, we had pie for breakfast, and my husband (who professes not to like pumpkin pie) made half the pan disappear, as well as helping use up all the whipped cream.
I could claim that I was using up the brown sugar that was hard as a rock, and the can of pumpkin that was pushing its best-by date by the wrong side of a few months… Or I could just admit I made it because I wanted something sweet and spicy, but not too sweet, rich and filling with a cup of coffee.
The random rabbit trail of last week’s story hooked a hairpin turn, announced it was backstory, and I’m 5,000 words into what’s happening 10 years later. (Metaphorical ten, it’s a bit longer than that.) And what’s happening is an urban fantasy that seems determined to make fun of many, many a PNR that’s marketed as a UF, and skewer reverse harem tropes with “It doesn’t work that way.”
Including wereleopards making fun of common tropes as “That’s wolves. We don’t do packs.” As well, a completely non-salacious scene of two women in a shower. Black humour aplenty, but no titillation.
I could claim it’s intentional, but really, it’s just the level of sweet and spicy, rich worldbuilding and black-coffee-like humour that my heart wanted.
So here I go stretching myself in odd way, trying a genre in which I’ve read a lot (and TBAR’ed plenty), but never managed a completed story in before. It’s good to grow, and try experiments. Maybe I’ll even find what I need, skill-wise, to finish The Interminable WIP that awaits patiently, lurking under the surface of the subconscious like in the house of R’lyeh, the dead WIP waits dreaming…
When was the last time you tried a purely experimental story, or switched genres? How did it go for you, writing and skillwise?